Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Visage,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.